Tonight on my commute home three motorcycles pulled up next to me, then the leader pulled on his throttle and they were off. Initially they pulled along side me to see if I would join them in the game of dodge car, I didn’t join but I was going fast enough to keep them as they played. As I saw them ride, I could tell they weren’t very skilled, just some guys out for a quick adrenaline fix; what I also saw was a reckless unawareness for the consequences of life over 80mph. Not five minutes after we shared lanes and glances from behind our face shields I saw every break light ahead of me come on as the motorcycle clipped a car, flipped crashed and the body tumbled like a rag doll. Normally these things don’t affect me much, but today everyone I spoke to told me to drive safe or be careful on the road, that along with stopping to see this lifeless man on his back losing his grip on the world made me think. It made me think about how lucky I am, my luck is the appreciation for my life. I am thankful for having someone as perfect and beautiful as I do to come home to everyday knowing she loves me, having our dogs and our birds happy to see us everyday, these simple joys make me lucky, they make me rich and they make me know what is at steak every time I take a drive. At first my hands were shaking with adrenaline, I was in a state of euphoria and lost in the thought of that could have been me. The man that crashed well I hope he lived but he was in rough shape, I left only when EMS arrived but I could feel the gravity of guilt on his friend’s shoulders, they knew why it was him there on the ground and not them and they looked at me with shame. The man’s choice was to try to impress them just like he tried to impress me when he pulled up along side me to see if I reacted, in a moment of reflection I realized that all the things I have now are real because I never tried to impress them.
The woman I love knows that everything I do comes from my heart and not from some shallow need to impress her or anyone, maybe that’s why I’m not lying on the pavement bleeding internally or maybe it’s because I’m too lucky to let this wonderful life I have go. Whatever the case may be I am living the dream and my motorcycle as dangerous as it is, brings me home safe to my family everyday.
I love my life, I love my superhero girlfriend and our zoo. Look twice and check for motorcycles and please don’t text while you drive because for at least one second on every drive we the motorcyclists are invisible to you.